That post about Erika Moen made me feel sick and I gotta express it to someone cause ugh. I love Erika, she taught me so much about sexual expression, and those comics were just used out of context. Like I feel like I can't openly express this off anon cause im cis and straight and maybe my opinion doesn't really matter but Erika seems to be super sex positive and very trans inclusionary. A lot of the stuff they used was just taken out of context and warped...
anon since you’re cis and straight i don’t think you understand why she’s offensive to other people.
if this comic doesn’t scream yikes then u gotta do some rethinking. erika is fetishsizing how people transition, she doesn’t even see transgender people as people and instead she objectifies them. literally right there in the comic, she doesn’t know how to respect someone’s gender.
and the “LUG” comic she made confuses me. “lesbian until graduation” is not a thing. it’s pretty dang homophobic considering how she thinks her liking girls was just a phase, yet she talks about how something she has in come with her boyfriend is her “love for pussy”. also biphobic too, just ignoring that fact that bisexuality is a thing.
“Baby please! Pretty please? With a cherry on top. We’ll even watch whatever you want.”
Sighing you rolled your eyes. Your phone wedged between your shoulder against your ear while you tried to clean up around your office. “Jay, you hate my shows. I just wanna go home. Take a nice long bath, and catch up on my dramas.”
“You can do that all at my place, come on I haven’t seen you a month.”
“And whose fault is that Rapstar?”
Jay had a tendency of going ghost for weeks at a time. Rather it was for recording, business, or tours he’d usually be gone for a while. You two weren’t clingy about your relationship, and you always had something else going on to distract you so it wasn’t too bad. But when he did come back he’d always be a little too clingy. It honestly was adorable, and you always got a kick in making him beg.
In the weeks leading up to the wedding, Steve was infinitely glad that he’d finally gotten up the nerve to ask Bucky to come as his ‘date’ - not only because of the relief he felt when he’d been able to check off the plus one box on his RSVP and save face, but because it turned out that planning an international trip in such a short amount of time (even one that had been planned as meticulously as Peggy Carter could) was ridiculously stressful work. Steve wasn’t sure he’d have gotten through all of it with his sanity intact, if not for Bucky’s help.
As it was, they had their flights scheduled and were both able to get a few extra days off of work to allow themselves time to do independent sightseeing around the city. Initially they’d had trouble figuring out how to fill said days without being completely pathetic tourists, but luckily Steve had been able to find time for drinks with Peggy one evening after work, who was so thrilled to hear that he was FINALLY owning up to his feelings about Bucky (the way she’d gushed when Steve had admitted the identity of his date had been all kinds of uncomfortable, considering how subtle he thought his feelings for his friend were) that she was all-too-happy to give them an itinerary of things to do together. Steve tried his best to ignore how many times she mentioned Angie during the list… not because he had any problems with his ex’s fiance, of course, but because he didn’t want to psyche himself out too much when it came to riding the London Eye with Bucky.
Just because Peggy said it made for a great date afternoon, didn’t mean that they couldn’t enjoy the hell out of it as friends.
As the date drew closer, Steve was half-afraid that he should suggest they spend time acting as a couple, to make the whole facade more natural when they were put on the spot; as it was they were spending so much time together anyway, making plans and just hanging out as they always had (and on one regrettable night, practicing dance moves at Bucky’s insistence) that it hardly seemed necessary. God knew that they were together just as often as any other busy, employed Millennial couple were, and they’d known each other for so long that it wasn’t as if someone would be able to quiz them and call their bluff on the act. Plus, weren’t people supposed to date their best friends, anyway? If anything, Steve figured that Bucky was the best he could ask for in a pretend date, outside of maybe Peggy herself.
He was getting really good at ignoring the voice that reminded him how much he wished it wasn’t pretend, too.